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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Just Dump Gravy Over the Whole Plate...

A four-day weekend looms in the United States; and all over This Great Land of Ours fantasies revolving around turkey gravy and uninterrupted access to pie dance between our ears and beg the question “Can I get you anything else?”

Well we are just all over the place with this weekend’s prediction, aren’t we?

I’m sorry – has this been explained to you?

You see, on the day before the weekend starts (you start yours when you like and I’ll start mine), I turn to my commuting companion the iPod and use the songs I hear on my way to work to determine what’s in my immediate future.

And this? The mess o’ links you see before you today? What it says to me is that I have 15 people coming for dinner tomorrow and don’t know where my potato peeler is.

OK. That’s a lie. I know where my potato peeler is. It’s in the drawer next to a jar of buttons, behind the recycling schedule but in front of the seam-ripper…

Wow. Stopped in my tracks by the Judas Priest version of Diamonds and Rust! Guess I'm always going to be a fan of the original Joan Baez version, although I never can resist a snarky comment midway through. (This line doesn't seem to be in the online Judas Priest version.)

"As I remember, your eyes were bluer than robin's eggs...My poetry was lousy you said..."

Still don't know what or if we're doing Thanksgiving tomorrow. My Dad has called (thank God for voice mail) and I'm kind of breaking down regarding doing something at home or going out. At least my near-breakdown over the lack of family get-togethers has motivated hubby to try to rally the troops on his side. I think I'll call my brother, just to be friendly and all and see how his business is going.

Hope you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving - and I'm envious of your family get-together.

Pass the white meat, please. And the cranberries. And, okay, everything else. Later, I will be comatose on the sofa. Thanksgiving is wonderful and then there's the two weeks of turkey leftover dishes. What a great holiday!